| I remember monday rising up to pack his lunch
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| We kissed goodbye saying
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| What a foolish girl was i Saying, what a fool was she
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| Near the store where I go shopping
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| On display there was a golden watch chain
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| All that week it had me stopping
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| What a fool was she.
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| Almost christmas, we were so poor
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| Where there was will
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| There were ways
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| I was sure
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| In the paper written plain
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| I saw an ad, I caught a train
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| And sold my hair to buy the chain
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| What a fool was she
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| (and he says:)
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| I remember monday rising with her hair
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| Reflected in my eyes
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| It caught the sun a million times
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| What a fool was he In a window near the office was a comb
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| Of pearls and beads and tortoise
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| Oh, the devild come to court us What a fool was he Almost christmas, we were so poor
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| Where there was will
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| There were ways
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| I was sure
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| In the pawnshop coming home
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| I stopped inquiring for a loan
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| And sold the watch to buy the comb
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| What a fool was he Christmas came up cold and glum
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| There were no visions of sugar plums
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| There were no joyous carols sung
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| Oh, what fools were they
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| He sat glaring at her bob
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| As she lay weeping by a chain and fob
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| And sadly burned the yule log
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| And wise men lost their way
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| Wisemen lose their way
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| Merry christmas day |